JUST WAITIN’ FOR THE BUS

            I spent many hours riding and waiting for buses when I was a kid. Now I am waiting for the one last bus. In the words of Otis Redding, “sittin’ here resting my bones”. I’m tryin’ to keep busy, but I quickly run out of things to do. When my last bus comes, I’ll be ready. In many ways I think my bus is long overdue. I’ve been ready for a good time now. Don’t get me wrong, I really like sittin’ here on the bench. My lady friend sittin’ here with me keeps me company and has become my very dear friend. Actually, she is the dearest of all.

            Most of the buses I rode when a kid took me to school. A bit later many took me to ballgames. In college and after I swapped books for buses and tried to ride them into books of my own making. All of this sort of bus-ridin’ kept me off the streets and solvent for many years. I really did enjoy all the rides, but mostly I enjoyed my ridin’ companions. They filled up my classroom “buses” and kept me alert. I really do miss all of them very much as I sit here on my bench waiting for the last bus. Sometimes I speculate about where my “last bus” will take me. My guess is that it will simply take me to the “end of the line”, period, but who knows.

            I have no real hopes for something to happen after the bus stops. Actually, Alfred North has put some suggestive images in my head about what that might look like, but I doubt that any of them will come to fruition. I am fully aware that literally “kazillions” of living creatures have ridden this last bus before me. The size and complexity of the universe as we now know it is essentially “unspeakable.”  So, I sit here on my bus bench waiting to see what will happen next, if anything. Maybe I’ll be able to get a “transfer” to some other bus-line. Who knows where that might take me.  :O)